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‘Still don’t understand?’
Squadrons of mechas swept through the sky, dropping tens of thousands of incendiary bombs. Flames, like uncontrollable beasts, engulfed the Temple and the town at the foot of the mountain. Countless twisted and charred limbs reached towards the Temple atop the high ridge, only to be shattered by a flood of beams.
When everyone arrived at the city tower, they saw the Emperor, draped in only a robe, leaning against the outer wall. His silver hair was disheveled, his bare feet dirty. As the instigator of this massacre, he was plucking the strings of a golden seven-stringed harp while happily admiring the fire below. His face showed no fear or remorse, only a kind of near-evil madness.
‘Did you order the incendiary bombs to be dropped on the Temple?’
‘The Marshal and Azaka are trapped on the front lines, eighty percent of the star systems have fallen, and what are you doing? You’re slaughtering the people in the rear!’
‘Die, tyrant! Madman! Demon that should go to hell!!’
Angry and suffering citizens threw everything they could at Nero. Blood gushed from the Emperor’s silver hair. Some tried to grab his harp, others tore at his clothes, but in the chaotic scuffle, they discovered that he always had a strange smile on his face.
‘Still don’t understand?’ he said, ‘Only by destroying the beginning can this world return to its proper course.’
No one could understand Nero’s insane words. Someone raised a club high and struck at his head. However, as the gunshot rang out, the person screamed, clutching their arm. A tall knight in silver armor and a white robe leapt over the outer wall of the tower.
‘Stand down!’ the White Wolf Knight shouted sternly, firing a warning shot, ‘This is the sacred Emperor of the Galactic Empire, who dares to touch him!’
The crowd first scattered, then became more enraged upon seeing the knight’s armor.
‘Even today… you still want to be his dog!’
‘He ordered the incendiary bombs that slaughtered his own people, he even killed other Wolf Knights, killed your comrades!! Even so, you still remain loyal to that foolish knight’s oath!’
The hand holding the knight’s gun trembled.
He picked up Nero, who was still groping for his harp on the ground, gritting his teeth, not knowing whom he was arguing with: ‘His Majesty… His Majesty is just sick, very sick.’
‘Sick?? Go lie to the twenty million people he killed!!’
Seeing the angry mob about to surround them again, the White Wolf Knight held Nero tightly and leapt off the tower.
The flight device on the knight’s armor activated, and he flew away from the fire holding the Emperor. But when he looked down at Nero, he saw that the silver-haired Emperor was still wearing that strange, cold smile, saying:
‘Alexei, for me… kill the Holy Son.’]
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
——The Passion of the Holy Son
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To summarize this Passion of the Holy Son, Nero thought it must be some low-quality love story written by an unknown fanatic.
The first half mainly described the encounters and bonds between four imperial ministers and the Holy Son, and how Emperor Nero constantly harassed and despised the Holy Son;
Midway, a plot twist occurred, with the Zerg race that hadn’t been seen for two thousand years invading the Empire. The Empire was utterly defeated, Emperor Nero’s madness fully erupted, and he was sent to the guillotine.
The latter half was a mess of pursuits. The Temple fell, the Empire was in chaos, and the Holy Son, like an object, was passed around among Star Pirates, Zerg, and imperial merchants, suffering humiliation.
During this period, the four imperial leaders didn’t stay idle, building their own territories, searching the universe for the Holy Son, and fighting each other madly.
In the end, the five of them managed to reconcile and sleep together under the same blanket.
The System was puzzled: [You didn’t read the original before coming in? That’s odd. The first thing every host does when starting a task is read the original. How could you dare take it on without reading it…]
Nero didn’t look up: [You were late, I thought the plan had changed.]
The System immediately felt guilty: [Oh.]
Then it pitifully bargained: [How about… we just forget about this? I won’t hold it against you for giving me the cold shoulder, and you don’t complain to the Main System about me, otherwise I’ll be destroyed. Let’s smoothly finish this world, and next time the Main System matches, it definitely won’t be us together.]
Nero read from start to finish but didn’t see how the author dealt with the people of the Empire after the war, nor how the four imperial leaders rebuilt the empire’s territories. He only knew that whenever the Holy Son appeared, the protagonists barely spoke a few lines before a large number of “□□□□” would appear in the text, as if it were some sort of code, baffling him completely.
Nero asked, “What are these squares supposed to be?”
The System responded, “What squares???”
It took the original book itself and found that from the host’s perspective, anything below the neck was heavily censored.
The System was thrown off guard: “Damn… it’s the Review Board! The Review Board is backstabbing me!!”
After thinking it over, it could only conclude that the Review Board had activated a youth protection mode for Nero. But who would count as a youth here? According to the host data it received, this host was supposed to be a seasoned veteran of the plot team, having handled at least seventy to eighty tasks if not more. How could this trigger a youth protection mode?
Could it be that since Nero, as the original host body, hadn’t officially differentiated yet, it influenced the Review Board’s judgment on the host?
But The Passion of the Holy Son was a massive work with 90% focusing on the protagonist’s suffering. If the host couldn’t see anything below the neck, would that… give the host ideas?
The System gritted its teeth: “Which part… do you want to see?”
Nero pointed casually.
The System said, “This part? Alright. ‘Under the influence of the Asimov’s Collar, Saint Louis’ golden eyes filled with tears as he slowly undid his white robe. After the □□ of □□, his □□ was still as pure as snow, but it was covered with □□□□, even his □□ had □□. This scene of □□ made the Star Pirate opposite □□□, □□ instantly □□, the burly bandit leader □□ laughed, then □□ Saint Louis, who was □□□□, onto the table…’”
Nero only heard a series of beeps: “Can’t hear a thing.”
Seeing that the reader comments below were readable, he scrolled down.
Original Poster: “This is the Holy Son (raises him up). He knows you’ve been unhappy lately and can only be healed by some erotic content, so he offers himself to the Hexagon Marshal/Big Bull Brother/White-haired Fox/Loyal Dog Wolf/Star Pirates/Zerg/Universe Dark Stir-Fry Group to make you happy.
“Please loudly say to him: Thank you, Holy Son.”
1st Commenter: “Thank you, Holy Son [covering mouth and crying]”
2nd Commenter: “Thank you, Holy Son”
3rd Commenter: “Thank you, Holy Son, for hitting my kink hard”
4th Commenter: “Thank you, Tyrell”
Nero: “?”
He read as much of the readable parts as he could and then said, “The original text doesn’t mention the madness you talked about.”
The System took out a small notebook: “Oh, right. That wasn’t written in the original text, because Nero was just an early-dead villain. The readers complained that Nero became crazier and crazier, and even flooded the comment section asking for Nero to be written off early. The author then came up with this explanation in the comments.
“He said that starting from Caesar, the Kaises Royal Family had a genetic predisposition for mental illness, with a manifestation rate of about 28%-35% in each generation, and once it occurred, it was irreversible.
“The Kaises Family secured their throne through sheer brutality, so their mental power was top-level in the Empire. But mental power, in the context of the world, is a double-edged sword; the stronger the mental power, the more likely it is to backfire, causing mental power aftereffects. Otherwise, how could the Holy Son, who can treat mental power aftereffects, be in such high demand?
“Plus, most of the royal heirs are Alphas—you know how Alphas are, they become extraordinarily irritable during differentiation and susceptibility periods, going around with red eyes looking for Omegas to do bad things.”
“The average Alpha is one thing, but the Kaiseses are highly aggressive and sensitive to begin with. How could they withstand such agitation? Agitate them and they’ll fall ill.”
Nero stayed silent.
…As incredible as it seemed, the information obtained by this unfamiliar artificial intelligence almost perfectly matched the hereditary disease that the royal physicians had analyzed for centuries.
There was always a legend of the Rose Throne’s curse within the empire.
The Kaises Royal Family, known for their formidable combat prowess, often exhibited a peculiar phenomenon of regime change:
An emperor, still at his peak and victorious in successive battles, would suddenly fall ill and be confined to bed after returning from a triumphant campaign, unable to leave the Temple thereafter.
Apart from royal members with the pure Kaises bloodline, not even the closest knights or consorts could visit them.
The Emperor in the Temple would issue an abdication decree through a royal member. The first in line to the throne would then announce their coronation, fully inheriting the predecessor’s army and the Privy Council, ensuring the smooth operation of the vast empire.
The rapid and smooth transition of power was astonishing. It was as if the sudden illness and political retreat of the former Emperor were just trivial episodes.
Nero was only eight years old when he fled the capital.
But even at that young age, he had witnessed the terrifying state of his father’s illness. He had cried and eavesdropped on secret conversations between his older siblings and the royal physicians, learning about the family’s madness.
An incurable hereditary mental illness cast a shadow behind every Kaises’ glory and weighed heavily on every heir to the throne.
Their innate formidable mental strength often placed them at the forefront of battle, invincible and unstoppable.
However, high-intensity combat was fatal for them.
Compared to ordinary soldiers, the Kaises Family was more susceptible to mental backlash; even if they were lucky enough not to trigger the genetic hereditary madness, most of them did not meet a happy end in their later years.
They often chose to end their own lives to escape the torment of the backlash.
The more unfortunate Kaises would trigger the hereditary madness during differentiation or a susceptibility period.
All the afflicted were Alphas, suffering from intense persecution of delusions and paranoia. However, the Kaiseses’ combat prowess and cognitive abilities did not diminish with the onset of madness; instead, they became extremely difficult to handle.
A Kaises in the throes of madness was extremely formidable. Nero had learned from his siblings that family members showing signs of illness were typically confined to the Temple for life.
The System encouraged him: “But you don’t need to worry too much, host. You have me in your mind! Although this illness will fully manifest only after the original host differentiates, I can smooth out your brain waves. At least you won’t be crawling around eating dirt; you might at most bite someone.”
Nero: “Thanks, that’s very helpful.”
The System didn’t catch his sarcasm: “Moreover, regarding the original host’s physical disabilities, the ‘Host Protection Act’ Article 92 was just passed when you entered this world. During the mission, you can earn different levels of medical care based on your performance, including eliminating disabilities caused by the original settings…”
As it babbled on, it didn’t notice the gleam in Nero’s eyes.
Nero is so smart, already planning to use the silly system. I love the white knight even more~~~ please be gong please be gong
The white knight so good for protecting Nero till the end in the og novel